Weiners and Baginas, Apparently

Soooo, we were at a restaurant a couple of nights ago when Tim thought he'd entice Gabe into trying some spicy food with a macho challenge, "Gabe, try this: it will put hair on your chest." Not missing a beat, Gabe said, "Only if it will put hair on my ballsac, Dad."

Smart kid to not take the bait, I think, but I'm also trying not to laugh as I launch into, "Guys, guys -- c'mon, that's private talk about private parts. We don't talk like that at a restaurant." Sofia interjects in a genuinely enthusiastic voice, "Mom, um, some day, I'm going to have hair on my bagina."

Oh great. The laughter bubble inside me is about to burst, even as I glance around and decide no one in the near vicinity could have possibly heard our kids talking about hairy pubic parts.

Then, this morning, I hear Gabe saying to his sister, "Sofia, look what Dad got me to protect my weiner." I think, "What the heck?" as I round the corner to see that Tim apparently bought Gabe his first cup. I had no idea that was a necessity for tee-ball, but I guess it must be. Gabe's first tee-ball practice was tonight.

And apparently, I say "apparently" too much. Because I sat down next to Sofia the other day on the couch and said, "Hey, can I have one of those crackers?" And she said, "Sure, Mom because apparently you're not on a diet anymore." I start laughing and then she looks at me wide-eyed and asks, "Mom, what does apparently mean?" How does a kid use a word perfectly in context and have no idea what it means? ahhhh -- I love my kids! They are ridiculously funny.